I got an email the other day asking if my blog posts are paid for promotions because I'm so positive about everything. It reminds me of the time Ben Garden from Grafton Primary told me, "I can't figure out if you're a total trash bag or just high on life." (Answer is the latter.) This makes me wonder how many other people find my sheer enthusiasm for life hard to believe.
As a result, I've started an OAQ section on my 'about' page (once asked questions). The short answer is no, I'm not asked to write any of my blogs. Actually, my Phamly sometimes ask me not to write blogs... but, really, they just shouldn't do so much funny shit to spark post ideas.
The longer answer is: I started this blog knowing I'd want it to be positive(ly silly). There's enough negativity on the internet and in the world. Why add more? Ain't nobody got time for that! I avoid making nasty remarks on my blog so I only write about things I genuinely love and recommend. Whatever I write about I've discovered on my own and bought for myself.
While I can proudly say I've personally selected everything I blog about and none of it comes from external promo requests, it's not totally true to say my opinions are my own. My opinions and all my brain-thoughts are a running stream of pop culture quotes from TV, movies, books, magazines... I don't think I've ever had an original thought in my life.
First on the menu was wonton noodles, which Middling heard as 'one tonne noodles!?!?! Um, I ate already.' Her mum explained it was the yummy noodles with soup that she loves. She enjoyed her dinner after that.
After dinner came chocolate cake with strawberries and whipped cream. Little Sissy Pham told our little prep goer who makes mud pies at school the cake's name to which middling exclaimed "MUD cake?!?!?!" and refused to eat any. It took a lot of coaxing to even get her to try the cake. By try I mean she slowly poked her tongue out and touched an edge with the very tip of her tongue before setting it back down.
Probably didn’t help that it was a gluten-free cake – another failed attempt to help Little Sissy Pham’s terrible case of psoriasis through dietary means as well as the bazillion creams and UV treatments the docs have tried over the past decade. Anyway, the happy ending is I got to eat my cake and Middling’s too.
If I ever turn off my greedy gut to share double choc cake Tim Tams with my niece I'll tell her "it's a yummy chocolate biscuit. I love it, it's my favourite." Because you don’t tell a 6 year old it’s mud. On a serious note, I'm not a Tim Tam fan to begin with but I am obsessed with the double choc mud ones. They smell of delicious mud cake and have soft, muddy chocolate in the middle. So good. You gotta try them – they’re part of the exclusive Sweet Wishes range of Tim Tams and this flavour is only available from Woolworths.
Agent Smith from The Matrix was right. Humans are like a disease to this planet but I'll be damned if he thinks we're not cute when we multiply and spread. Meet the newest germ in my Phamly:
I call her Mini-bro Pham because the poor thing looked awfully like Big Brother Pham when she was first born. Actually, she looked exactly like the baby from Ice Age 1 first, and then when she opened her eyes she looked like my bro.
I like to think I have a unique bond with mini-bro beyond just our genes and tendency to fuss when we've pooped our pants. I'm pretty sure I can read her mind. In this photo, she can feel two somethings on her face and she's thinking, 'What's hup-pen-ning?'
Then we took her home from hospital and she realised, 'Holy crap... this is what I have to live with?' Though, to be fair, I didn't buy her that onesie - I rightly assume she bought it herself with the baby bonus. Babies get to spend that, right?
When she's old enough to crawl, I'm going to put her in the middle of the hallway and make her pick the Auntie (singular) she really loves. If it's me, I'll cry until my blood vessels burst and spurt blood out of my eyes. If it's Little Sissy Pham, I'll knock my sister out with a baby rattle. Either way, mini-bro is going to have a traumatising life experience 6-9 months from now.
Life with The Phamly won't be all bad. We don't suppress her desire for Tin Tin hair (actually, it's her natural do - nature really is amazing). We took her bowling for her 1 month celebration of life where she drank and sharted.
I didn't know baby faces change a heap in their first month. Mini-bro still reminds me of Big Brother Pham, about three of my Aunties and when she's drunk on milk she looks like Dad Pham but thankfully her mum's big eyes and curly lashes are starting to overpower the Pham genes. Seriously, the other day I couldn't tell if the thing in my eye was a small twig, part of an insect leg or my own eyelash. We have intensely straight lashes.
Welcome to the world, mini-bro! Hate to break it to you but I know you're pretending to sleep in this photo. You forgot I can read your mind and you're thinking, 'Wake me when Auntie Ngoc is gone.'
Psy is in Australia!!! His ‘Gangnam Style’ music clip is my favourite pop music video since Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. The fashion, the colour, the hilarity!
Psy is a massive Korean popstar and I'm moronicly excited that he's crossed over into Western territories (#1 in Australia, US, UK and who knows how many more countries) so noobs like me can attempt his funny dances.
Also, any artist who freely gives away video copyright to the masses and whose motto is 'Dress fancy, dance cheesy' is a super hero in my eyes. Gosh darn it…. I’m going to have to watch Australian X-Factor to see him live in Oz.
UPDATE 19/10/12: Some of his Aussie highlights have made it onto YouTube.
Getting shiny for Sunrise. Only Psy can pull off a star-spangled sequin suit at that time of the morning. His encore performance gets Aussied up.
This really happened.
Getting a very reluctant Mel B to dance Gangnam Style after his crazy-good live performance on the X-Factor.
Back in her day, Mum Pham would take two hours to get ready for school. She had a beehive bob to build, foundation, eye shadow (always blue-green to balance the birthmark on her eyelid), eyeliner, eyebrow liner, lip liner, lipstick, blush and whatever else it is that women do. She never understood how I could roll out of bed and not bother to brush my sleep-kinked hair before heading to uni.
I didn't wear make-up as in foundation / cover up - whatever you call it until I started working in fashion PR where I learned how to apply make up without it looking like I've used the blur tool in Photoshop to wipe out my facial features. Let me correct that - I still don’t know how to apply liquid foundation, I use mineral make-up for the natural-look.
I've tried two brands so far and I think I've found a brand for life. Sheer Cover is AMAZING. I've had a decade long struggle with acne. Acne is winning but with Sheer Cover you can't tell that because it covers up the blemishes and leaves a natural looking healthy glow that tricks my friends into saying things like, ‘Wow, your skin looks amazing.’ And ‘You’re acne’s totally gone!’
I learned the hard way that the grass may look greener on the other side but it isn’t. I got caught in the promo hype of Nude by Nature mineral make-up so I bought a starter kit to try. Unlike Sheer Cover, it looks like I have powder on my face when I apply it, only thick layers can cover my acne scars and so it doesn't look my natural skin.
With Sheer Cover people always compliment me on my clear skin and instead of thanking them, I tell them I have acne covered by Sheer Cover. Now I'm telling you, it's Sheer Cover! Go, buy, love. I still have some Nude make-up to use up (waste not) then I'm going back to Sheer Cover and I'mma stay with them forever.